IN MY ROOM

Where no heart is defrauded, where no word is bad
Here the air is full of nothing what important is
Here my mind is not a bandit cause no one exists
but me

In my room I hunt for darkness that nobody sees
It is seeping down my wrinkles painting all my dreams
It is good to be in my room cause I lick my lips
And I wet them to remember your inviting kiss
your bliss